I have concluded we are lost. Not just Richard Parker and I- all of us. You, whomever you may be, your family, your friends, every stranger you have passed on the sidewalk- everyone. And all of us (except the immobile agnostics) seek to be found. We search and search and search to comprehend the madness of life. All living things contain a measure of madness; it’s why the rhinos and goats could live in harmony back at the zoo; it’s why the beautiful looking algae island mercilessly consumed humans and fish; it’s why I inexplicably reverted to cannibalism to take a bite of the poor Frenchman (God save his soul), and it’s why a little Indian boy survived at sea for over 200 days without being eaten by a Bengal tiger. We all seek to rationalize this inexplicable chaos. I feel I have done so the only way possible: faith. I place my faith in God with understanding that only He can possibly understand the world. This faith is why I never failed to pray to him all 227 days aboard that forsaken raft. I embrace the irrational world He has created, comforted by the security of His story. That is why I am Pi. I embrace that irrational number with the knowledge that it exists within the closure of a circle. I embrace our irrational world with the faith that we exist within the loving arms of God.
Why I am named Pi
I have concluded we are lost. Not just Richard Parker and I- all of us. You, whomever you may be, your family, your friends, every stranger you have passed on the sidewalk- everyone. And all of us (except the immobile agnostics) seek to be found. We search and search and search to comprehend the madness of life. All living things contain a measure of madness; it’s why the rhinos and goats could live in harmony back at the zoo; it’s why the beautiful looking algae island mercilessly consumed humans and fish; it’s why I inexplicably reverted to cannibalism to take a bite of the poor Frenchman (God save his soul), and it’s why a little Indian boy survived at sea for over 200 days without being eaten by a Bengal tiger. We all seek to rationalize this inexplicable chaos. I feel I have done so the only way possible: faith. I place my faith in God with understanding that only He can possibly understand the world. This faith is why I never failed to pray to him all 227 days aboard that forsaken raft. I embrace the irrational world He has created, comforted by the security of His story. That is why I am Pi. I embrace that irrational number with the knowledge that it exists within the closure of a circle. I embrace our irrational world with the faith that we exist within the loving arms of God.